The New York Trilogy Essay

The New York Trilogy by Paul Auster is a page-turner to say the least. The surprising ride Auster delivered covers a range of literary and critical topics. I expected it to more or less follow the expectable twists, turns, and general direction of the genre I believed it to take part in. What I got was something different. It seems to me like in all three trilogies, “City of Glass”, “Ghost”, and the final trilogy “Locked room”. All have a similarity of losing someone. In the first trilogy “City of Glass” Quinn loses a wife and a son. In the second story “Ghost” Blue sees his fiancé with another man. In the last trilogy “Locked room” Sophie loses Fanshawe due to his disappearance. And in the end of the story Fanshawe is presumed dead. So …show more content…
Books should be read with the same care and the same confidentiality with which they have been written. The three novels appear to be reflections, in too cerebral and metaphysical traits, on the relationship between writing and real life and the role of the writer himself. It tells about people who write about writing and that describes books already written or still to write. And in the background, the city of New York to be framed. New York was an inexhaustible place, a maze of endless steps and as far as he explored to know the streets and districts, the city always left with the feeling of being lost. Lost not only in the city, but also within itself. Every time he walked, he felt to leave himself behind himself, and to deliver himself to the movement of the roads, and in the way that he saw, he eluded the obligation to think; and this, more than anything else, gave him a splinter of peace, a healthy inner void. The world was out of him, he stood around and in front, and the speed of his continual change made him impossible to dwell too much on anything. Wandering without meta, all the places became equal and no longer counted where it is most successful walks it was not to feel at any place. And in the end it was just that he was asking for things: not to be anywhere. New York was no place that was built around, and it was safe to never want to leave it again. It has happened many times to me before, wandering around some art shows, stumbling on work of some contemporary artist. And while I was there, in front of that work with air subside trying to identify an above and a below, a reconditioned meaning, to find a clue that could make me "understand" what I was observing, casually approaching some critics or some guidance that suddenly gave me an enlightening explanation. It explained that the meaning did not see it because it was not evident because it was "behind" the work. The